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Initiative	By : wright99 Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 9187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of these Characters, Joss Does

Rating: Somewhere between NC-17 and R.

Summary: Totally A/U fantasy of a slightly Different Sunnydale

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Disclaimer Two: besides the name change which may change again. this fic has themes that may be squeemish to some people. read at on risk
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Initiative, Part 3

Lyrics for Hungry like a wolf by Duran-Duran

Lyrics for Changes by David Bowie
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don�t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Where�s your shame
You�ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can�t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace I�m going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock �n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you�re gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can�t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can�t trace time
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Faith was walking slowly down the street, looking at the various house numbers, trying to find the match for the address on the slip of paper she had in her hand.
She was starting to feel better about being here, having aced the bike messenger interview. At least I won't be sponging off Oz til I find a gig, she thought to herself with some relief. Not that she wouldn't, in a pinch, but she didn't like the feeling of owing someone something; even if it was her cousin.
She still couldn't get over the queasy feeling she had about this morning, either. As in, how did I get there, why was I naked, and what the hell was I doing in a forest, anyway? Near Sunnydale yet� weird, just too weird! Faith tried to dismiss the thoughts from her mind, but she couldn't. There was more, much more bothering her.
She had too many ' gaps' in her memory. Like the parentals. She knew her parents, ok, but she didn't. Ok, that's really clear, Faith. But they didn't feel right, like they were strangers playing a role, or something. That's why she'd had to bolt the Casa Lehane when she did. It just felt� wrong.
Then there were the dreams. The weird dreams she kept having. Of running through fields, and being on the hunt� and killing. God, the blood, all the fucking blood. But I was loving it, rolling in it� what the hell was THAT about?
And today, at the library? That nerdy red-headed girl. What was her name again? Wilma? No, it was some kind of plant name�Wisteria? God, no� Willow� yeah, that's it. What was going on there, anyway? I got this strange feeling I �knew her. But that's just insane, you know? Never met her before in my fucking life. But shit howdy, soon as I nearly ran her over in the hallway, it was like I did know her. Why'd I feel all protective about her? What, I'm her mommy now, or � shit, but I mean, I walked her home, and god if I didn't get all tingly. Why? Ok, way too many why's goin' on 'round here. Something's way wrong � maybe Oz can clue me in. God, I hope so.
Faith stopped, and did a double take. In front of her was probably the grungiest looking bungalow she'd ever seen. When was the last time the painted this place? When Elvis kicked it? The yard was overgrown and full of things she didn't want to know the name of. And it was tiny. Shit, hardly fit two people� if one sleeps on the roof. Great, just great. I was hopin' for somethin' a little bit better than the motel hells I've been living in� not gonna find it here. She sighed, and walked up the path to the door.
She reached out to knock on the door, when it flew open before she touched it. Standing in the doorway was a youngish woman, kinda short, about her age, may a year or two older, wearing what charitably could be called Goth clothing. Hmmm� Black, the new black. Her hair was black with red streaks� or visa versa, she couldn't quite tell. She stood staring at Faith for a few moments, not saying anything.
" Hey, " Faith said, trying to break the ice. Iceberg, maybe. Who is this chick?
" Hey, " came the response� and nothing more.
Seconds pass, and Faith was getting more and more uncomfortable. The girl just kept staring at her, not saying anything. What the fuck is going on?
" Hey, I'm lookin' for Oz� er� Daniel Osborne. He's my couz. This is the address he gave me�" Faith shows the mute woman the paper.
" Oz, right. Yeah, well � he's not here," The woman said, not making any movement. Just standing there, staring at Faith.
" He told me to meet him here� er� uhhh� Ms�?"
" Veruca. Oz's squeeze. " Veruca answered, rather reluctantly, " So he told you to come here? Why?"
" Kinda needing a place to crash for a few days�"
" Uh-huh, " Veruca says, giving Faith the once over, " Yeah, I'm remembering now Oz sayin' somethin' about his couz comin' over. Didn't mention you'd be stayin', " Veruca steps back, opening the door wider. " Guess you better come in."
Faith walked into the living room, and her heart sank. Looks like the stuff the Goodwill threw away, noting the rather shabby furnishings. The walls were bare except for the occasional poster of some rock band, and the windows � well, they hadn't seen curtains in like� decades. The one bright spot seemed to be a fully assembled drum set, sitting in a corner. It looked in good shape, nearly new. What's that here for? Oz plays lead guitar�
" So, ummm� can I get you anything? Tea, soda, water�?"
Faith had forgotten about Veruca for a moment, and was startled by her question. Turning, she sees Veruca is standing almost right on top of her, and it unnerves her a little. What's more unnerving is she sees something flash quickly through her eyes� something definitely not human.
" No, thanks I'm� I'm good, " Faith said, feeling very uncomfortable. Veruca grinned a very wolfish grin.

" 'k then, how bout the grand tour then?"
" Sure, " Faith smiles politely, not wanting to piss off this strange woman.
" Ok� well" Veruca points to a door, " That's the bedroom� mine and Oz's bedroom" she tone underscores the fact, " that's the bathroom" she points to another door. She turns to Faith, " You don't like take baths, do you?"
" I bathe!" Faith says, offended.
" I mean, like, you don't need a tub� cuz we don't have one."
" Oh. No, shower's fine" Faith says.
" Good." Veruca points over her shoulder. " That's the kitchen. That concludes our tour." She walks over to the couch and plumps one of the cushions. " Guess we can put you here for now�"
" Look, I get it. This is kind of a mistake. I'll just find somewhere else to crash�"
" No, no! Wait�look, I'm sorry about before, ok?" Veruca seems genuinely apologetic, " I� well, Oz being in the band and all� gets lots of groupies. I mean� well, some of these little chickies show up at the door, kinda trying to horn in� I thought you were�"
" Oz�me� groupie? Ewwww!" Faith makes a face, and Veruca laughs." That's gross." Faith smiles at Veruca, who returns the smile, " So how do you deal with it?"
" Usually I bite their heads off and throw the body under the house" Again, Veruca flashes a wolfish grin.
Faith stands looking at her like a Martian.
" Kidding, " Veruca laughs, giving her a friendly little punch on the arm," Just kidding. I usually kick their bony asses out of the yard, is all."
Faith smiled, still feeling a little uneasy. Despite the fact that the girl was rather petite, she could imagine her ripping into someone � and she doesn't mean with words. She actually could sense she would rip them apart. Ok, major wiggins time. She's just a girl� right? Ok, if I keep this paranoid thing up, I'm gonna need a custom fit straight jacket soon. She looked around the room again, and her eyes rest on the drum set.
" Hey, I'm gonna get a soda� sure you don't want one?" Veruca says, making for the kitchen. Faith wandered back over to the drums, running her finger over one cymbals.
" No, I'm good, thanks," Faith said a little distractedly. She's fascinated by the drums, though she's never played them. " It's funny� Oz never told me he had a girlfriend�"
" Really? Well, I gotta remember to kick that boy's ass next time I see him�" she paused, as if a new thought hit her. " Oh, shit. I forgot� I'm supposed to go over and help him set up this evening� what time is it?"
Faith looks at her watch. " It's almost 6" She says.
" Shit. I gotta be at the bronze by 7� Hey, I got an idea� wanna come with? You can see Oz in action, doing the guitar thing. Sure they can use another hand�"
" Yeah, sure that'd be great. I need to talk to Oz anyway, get some stuff straight with him. but, ummm�" Faith is still feeling a little grody from her little woodsy adventure, " think I could like, use the shower? Kinda feeling �"
" Yeah, sure babe, no prob. You know where it's at. Just don't take forever, 'k? We gotta motor by 6:30"
" Sure, just a quickie," Faith said, heading for the bathroom.
" Yeah, that's what Oz says when he gets horny, too, ya know? " Just a quickie". Never turns out that way� he's got a lot of stamina� well, for a guy, anyway." Veruca laughed.
Faith laughs a little uneasily. God, do you talk about your fuck sessions all the time? She reaches the bathroom and closes the door behind her.
Veruca, seeing Faith safely ensconced in the bathroom, makes a beeline for the bedroom. She closes the door behind her, and sits on the bed. She picks up the phone and dials a number.

Maggie Walsh was in her lab, going over some test results on some genetic experiments she's been running. Her cell goes off, startling her. She looks at the display, and for a moment considers silencing it. What the hell does she want? But, remembering that her new subject is due in at Sunnydale, she thinks it might be important, so she answers it.
" Hello, Veruca. Didn't I tell you not to use this number except for emergencies?"
" Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know , Doc. I'm sorry, you weren't at your other phone, and I thought you'd like to know your latest mutant freak showed up, all safe and sound."
" Faith? She's there, with you?" Dr. Walsh was fascinated. She hadn't expected Faith to meet Veruca so soon.
" Oh yeah. She's in the shower, getting all squeaky clean, " Veruca chuckled, " that's why I'm calling . So she can't hear me talkin' to you."
" Ahhh, smart. So she's not aware then that you're a hybrid, too? Or that she's one, for that matter."
" What? Hell no, I'm not a moron like Xander. I know how to play 'em. God!" Veruca sounded offended.
" Calm down, Veruca. I just have to make sure she's unaware of what she is, or what you are. It could ruin everything if she's made aware too soon."
"Well, give me some credit for having a brain, Doc. All she knows is that I'm Oz's girlfriend. Which reminds me, I'm taking her down to the Bronze tonight to see Oz play. Get her familiar with the place, get her trusting me and all."
" The Bronze? That nightclub where the kids hang out?"
" Yeah, that's the one," Veruca confirms. "What about it?"
" It just works out perfectly, because I really need you to keep an eye on her and Oz tonight. Don't let them talk too much� they might start putting 2 and 2 together. And, if by chance, Ms. Willow Rosenberg shows up, I want you to somehow engineer Faith meeting with her."
"What am I? Ms. Lonelyhearts now?" Veruca made a face.
" Look, if you're tired of doing this, I can always bring you back in and wipe your memory� you can start clean�"
" Uhhh� no, I'm just kiddin' with you, Dr. Walsh. Don't have a cow. It'll be cool." Veruca felt her stomach turn over. She's seen the results of those ' memory wipes' . She doesn't want ANYTHING like that happening to her.
" Good then. Now, don't try to force them together, or anything ham handed like that. Just guide her into Willow's direction, and let her find her own way. Got it?"
" Got it, Doc. No sweat. It'll be a breeze."
" Good, now keep an eye on her, don't let her get too chummy with anyone but Willow. I don't want this going wrong. Too much is at stake."
" Don't worry, it's in the bag." Veruca hangs up.
Dr. Walsh stares at her phone for a second. Veruca might be getting a little too cocky to be of use too much longer. She could be a liability. I'll have to have Mr. Giles keep an eye on her.
Veruca for her part went over to her vanity mirror, and started fixing her makeup. That bitch is so uptight. God, she needs a fuck, badly. Well� no worries. Kinda liking the new assignment. She looks like a little hottie. Bet she's somethin' in the sack. Too bad she's one of the cats. Wolves and cats� just don't mix. Now Oz�that's a wolf. Whoo hoo� lookin' forward to some play later. Too bad he's not aware of what he is. We could cut up real good if he wasn't so spaced all the time. Ah well�
Veruca starts to sing a little tune as she applies fresh makeup.
In touch with the ground
I�m on the hunt I�m after you
Smell like I sound, I�m lost in a crowd
And I�m hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line, in discord and rhyme
I�m on the hunt I�m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I�m hungry like the wolf
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The Bronze was already starting to get that " packed like a sardine can" look as they finished setting up for the band. Faith had pitched in as soon as they arrived, but Veruca had taken a powder. Couldn't be found. Weird chick, Faith thought, and maybe just a little lazy? Anyway, it was all done . Now it was just a matter of getting the band on stage to play.

Veruca was taking care of her own business, while the others were setting up.
She and Xander were laying, semi- naked, in an alley out back of the Bronze. They were post coital, Xander looking happy, Veruca only slightly not bored.
" Ok, big boy, you've had your fun. Now, down to business," Veruca gets up, straightening her clothing.
" Aw, come on , mutant. Once more for the Xan-Man" Xander urges.
" Uh, uh. There's a reason I'm here tonight, and she's inside. Dr. Walsh's newest mutant's arrived on the scene, and I've gotta baby sit her. But you should know who it is , just in case I need help with her."
"Oh, I know who it is . its that hot little brunette that showed up in town today." Xander grins evilly, " Wouldn't mind a little of that action�"
" Put it back in your pants, boy. She's a new breeder. Strictly off limits to you. She's special, so don't be fucking around with her! Got it?"
" Since when are you giving me orders, mutie? " Xander grabs her hair, " I ought just cut your throat right here�"
" Don't even think about it, boy!" Veruca turns on him, and with a steel like grip, gets Xander by the throat." You try anything on me, and just watch out for the next moon� which is tonight, by the way. I'll come for you, and rip out your throat�along with other things." Her other hand goes a lot lower on Xander's body.
Xander feels a thrill of fear, but laughs to cover it. " Don't get your tail in a twist, mutie. No sweat, I got it. Don't touch the new 'girl'. But tell me, who's she supposed to breed with? There aren't any other breeder males�"
"She breeds with the red-head� Willow."
" Umm�didn't Dr. Walsh take sex 101? Something's missing in that equation. Something really necessary."
" Don't start trying to think now, Xander. It'll just fry that nerve cluster you call a brain. Trust me, Dr. Walsh took care of the problem in her genetic design. When it's needed, all the necessary equipment will be there." She catches Xander's look. " ALL of it!" She gets up, straightening her clothing. " Now, get up and get dressed. We need you inside to keep an eye on the primary breeding pair, plus Willow. Try your best to keep her from leaving until I can get Faith primed for her."
" And if she does leave?"
" Then she leaves. But you can explain to Dr. Walsh why she left early� I'm sure she'll be understanding."
Veruca turns to leave, makes it to the door, then turns back, " don't fuck it up." She enters the rear door.
Xander gives her a murderous look, but he dresses quickly

Tucked away in a corner, in one of the private booths, Willow and Buffy are waiting for the band to begin. Willow was half reclined on one of the little sofas, while Buffy sat across from her. Buffy looked worried.
" Will, you sure this is a good idea? You're still looking kinda� well, don't get all mad, but kinda ghastly."
" God, Buffy, are you trying to be my mommy now?" Willow made a face, and sat up, wincing a little. " I'm not dying, for God's sake, I've just got a tummy ache. No big." She sees Buffy's expression. " I'm fine!" She looks over Buffy's shoulder, and a grin break out over her face. "� and speaking of fine�"
Buffy turns around and sees Angel walking up, looking so fine in his Italian cut sports coat over the white T-shirt and black jeans. Mmm� yummy she thought as she watched the well built , dark and broody Angel approach.

" Hey, Buffy, Will. What's up? How come you're here? Trouble?"
Willow discreetly giggled behind her hand as Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes.
"What is it with you, Angel? Whenever you see me at the Bronze, first thing out of your mouth is either " Is there something wrong" or " you're in grave danger". It really, really puts the kibosh on , well, you know, romance. I mean, what's our life , IF we have one, gonna be like? I see you every three months or so, and you say like, " hi, honey, I'm home. You're in grave danger, gotta go now." " Buffy made a frustrated sound.
Angel, looking confused and a little lost, stands there quietly. God, now he looks like a whipped puppy, Buffy thinks, her anger dissipating and her heart melting. She reaches out and grabs Angel by the sleeve, pulling him closer.
" C'mere, ya big goof" She said softly, giving him a kiss. " Now sit down and be a good boy, ok? Me and Will just wanted a night out, thought we'd come over to the Bronze and check out Oz's band. You know, do the support the fellow SunnyD high guy, and all that stuff? Right, Will?"
" Oh yeah," Willow says cheerily. She raises her hand, waves it and yells out " GO DINGOES!" after which she promptly turns 5 shades of red when she realized the band hasn't started playing yet, and they all look over at her. " You're supposed to stop me from doing that." She stage whispers to Buffy.
" I love it when you do that, Will, " Buffy says, laughing.
Angel was looking intently at Willow. Willow began to feel even more uncomfortable.
"What? What? Do I have like drool coming outta my mouth?" She checked the corner of her mouth.
" No, just I heard you've been sick. You're looking a little peaked�"
" Cripes, what? Was it in like The Sunnydale Times ? Was it in on the TV or something . Sheesh, I swear it's like everybody knows I've got a tummy ache. TUMMY ACHE! Ok? Not a big deal!"
" Sorry, sorry, " Angel apologizes. He's beginning to wonder why he came over here tonight. Oh yeah, Buffy kisses, that's right! " Just worried about you, is all."
" Uh-huh. and it didn't have anything to do with a certain sandy blonde demon fighter who will remain nameless but happens to be sitting next to you holding your hand under the table- you think I don't know?- telling you in her mother- hen fashion all about it?" Willow would go on but she's out of breath.
" Willow, you're looking a little pale, " Angel insists.
" That's good, coming from you, Angel" Willow gives him a look.
" Will, I think you should really see a doctor. You've been sick on pizza before, sure, but it's never lasted this long before. I'm�"
Willow's had enough.
" Look , for the last time. It's a tummy ache. Not a big, ok? Get over it! Geeze, I should know better than to eat Frantone's, but it's so darn yummy, sometimes I just can't resist it, ok? So , get over it! Not dying, not dying, not dying. Is that clear?" Willow's face has flushed.
" Ok, ok, Will, I'm sorry!" Buffy says, apologetic but beginning to feel irritated also. " I guess I shouldn't care so much!"
Immediately Willow is sorry for having blown up at her best friend. " Buffy, I'm sorry too, just� everybody is all over me about a silly tummy ache." She stands up, " I'm going to the ladies�" She sees the look, and frowns, " I gotta pee ok?" She turns and walks away.
Willow heads quickly for the bathroom, feeling a major hurl coming on. She's beginning to get scared, really scared. But she doesn't � can't let her friends know. She can't talk about it with anyone. It's just too scary, and it'll be too real if she does.

Buffy and Angel are left alone at the table, staring at the dwindling back of Willow.
"What's her deal?" Angel asks.
" I'm worried about her, " Buffy says, " I know she says it's just a tummy ache, but she's been sick� I mean go and ralf it up sick� all day. She can't seem to keep anything down."
" I've never seen her get so upset before " Angel shakes his head.
" That's so not Willow-like. She's usually all sweet and calm. But ever since last night�"
" This started last night?" Angel asks.
" Uh-huh. We kinda� ok, I ditched patrolling and we had a girls night. But she got sick, and then�" She catches Angel's look, "what?"
Angel shakes his head. " Nothing, it's nothing."
" No, it's not nothing. You've got 'something' face!" Buffy insists. "What is it?"
" I saw Mr. Giles before coming here tonight, and he was talking about some disturbance in the woods over on the West side� by where Willow lives? � last night�"
Buffy sighs. " So that's why you came over� 'imminent danger, honey'�" Buffy sighs. " Do you think it might be connected in some way?"
" I don't know. But maybe we should check it out?"
" Yeah, I guess, " Buffy reluctantly agrees, " Well, there goes dancing for tonight�"
" Buffy, it might be important�"
" I know, I know� but just once I'd kinda like to be normal girl and have a boyfriend that comes to see me, and not like recruit me on a mission�"
" Buffy, you know you're the most important thing in my life."
" Yeah, maybe," Buffy says, looking up at him with a " kiss me" face," But a girl doesn't mind be reminded of that � oh , say like every other minute."
" Really?" Angel smiles, and leans over and kisses Buffy softly. " Like that?"
" No," Buffy says, putting her arms around his neck, and pulling him in for a long slow wet kiss. When the break, she continues, " like that"
" Ahhh, " Angel says, just before he kisses her again.

From across the club a pair of intense eyes keeps tabs on the two lovebirds. Xander Harris looks grim.
He was here on Initiative business, to keep tabs on the hybrids, but that didn't lessen the jealousy he felt towards that freak, Angel. Buffy should be his, like Cordelia. That was what he believed anyway. First time he saw the petite hybrid with the hot little body and intense hazel eyes, he wanted her. Wanted her badly. But he was under strict orders from the Initiative's top brass not to touch her or interact with her in any way except as a 'friend'.
He really hated this gig. Xander was a top operative in a special black-ops branch of the CIA. He was ' on loan' to the Initiative until further notice. His specialty was interrogation. He loved interrogating people. Using his wits to find new and interesting ways to get information out of terrorist suspects and like scum. But now he was here, in this hick town that wouldn't know a decent club if it bit it on its ass, playing babysitter for a bunch of freaks. He felt wasted. Worse, he felt humiliated.
Ok, so there were those people that died under questioning. I mean, what's the big? They were scum, anyway. They deserved to die. Crap, that got me in hot water with the mucky-mucks, and now I'm here � in Siberia, playing nursemaid to a bunch of losers. God!
For now, he'd play good little soldier. But he had ambitions. He wanted to start his own special branch. After this gig. He was thinking of taking Cordy along with him� after all, she was hot looking, and good in bed� and maybe that cute little Buffy, too. He could see them attending to all his needs as he ran his own special ops. Oh yeah, it'll be sweet� if I can just get through this gig�
His thoughts were interrupted when he spotted a certain brunette cheerleader and her friends. A creepy grin broke over his face as he watched her make her way to her usual table in the back. Already stimulated by watching the Buffy/ Angel action, he drooled a little over what he would do to that little hot body tonight. Tonight that bitch learns a whole new meaning to discipline. He breaks away from his shadows and begins to follow her.
Cordelia Chase was in her court. Dressed in a leather skirt and tank top, wearing a leather coat, she looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. She was going to rule the Bronze tonight, and had her coterie of sycophants along to bolster her ego.
Almost as soon as she entered the club, however, she spotted Xander lurking in the shadows, and her tummy tied up in knots. She observed him watching over Buffy, and felt a pang of jealousy. God, I know he wants her� hell, he wants anything in a skirt that isn't dead or hagged out. Her mind however went back to her little 'punishment' session that afternoon, and decided she was going to do everything she could to stay the hell out of his way. She still was hurting from this afternoon� she didn't need anymore 'lessons'. As quickly as she could, hoping she'd escape his detection, she made her way out of sight.

An hour later, the Dingoes finally finished up a seven song set, taking a 10 minute break before the next one.
All the time they were watching Oz perform, Faith couldn't get over the feeling that Veruca was taking more than a casual interest in her. A lot of times she'd glance over to see Veruca watching her instead of the band playing. She was beginning to get a little creeped out over it. God, I wish she'd stop looking at me. What the hell is her deal, anyway? I mean, what? Is my tit hanging out or somethin? She's giving me a major wig here!
Before she can say anything however, Oz walks up. He leans over and gives Veruca a kiss, and then does a high five with Faith.
" Hey, couz, really rockin' it tonight, " Faith says, smiling.
" Hey, couz. See you met Veruca," Oz smiles again, and gives Veruca another kiss.
" Oh yeah, we're old buds now, aint that so, Faith?" Veruca says, grinning.
" Yeah, buds" Faith nods, still not being able to shake the weirds off. She quickly changes the subject. " Oz-man, really I need to get some talk time in with you. I got some important stuff we gotta discuss�"
Veruca watched the two carefully, ready to divert the conversation if they began to talk seriously.
" Ok, but not right now, Faith. I really gotta take a leak, like bad, and I've only got 7 minutes to get back onstage before the next set starts."
" Ok, but promise. Tonight, after, we're gonna talk . It's really important that we talk!!!" Faith underlines the last bit with her tone.
" Don't sweat it, Faye. I promise, after the gig, we'll sit down and have a nice long talk, ok?" Oz says with his usual unexpressive cool. Nevertheless notes his cousin's almost pleading desperation. Wonder what has her so wigged?" Now, I really got to go, or it's gonna get really messy here fast." Oz leaves the table, making his way towards the men's room.
Faith watches him go, feeling a little upset. Things are just getting weirder around here, and she really needs Oz's advice on a few things. She turns back to the table , and notices Veruca again seeming to devour her in her gaze. She's had enough.
" Ok, what?" Faith almost growled it out.
" Huh?" Veruca feigned ignorance.
" C'mon, you've been checking me out all night. What's the deal? Am I drooling or somethin, and you're too polite to tell me? What's your deal?"
" No deal, Faith, " Veruca said, " just you seemed upset all night, wonderin' if you're ok?"
" Yeah, I'm ok, " Faith says, feeling more than a little suspicious, " just need to talk to Oz about some stuff�"
" I know� look Faith, I know we kinda started rough. I was being hostile with you, and I'm really sorry," Veruca reaches out her hand, and covers Faith's hand with her own. " I just wanted you to know I really like you, and I think we've got a lot in common�"
" Uh-huh, " Faith says, giving her the once over. She notes Veruca's heavy makeup, punked out hair, and black on black clothing and isn't buying that one for a minute.
" Really, Faith, I think we've got a lot more in common than you think," Veruca says, obliquely, " a lot more than you know."
"What're you talking about?" Faith is both repelled and fascinated by this woman. She feels like the bird being charmed by the snake before it strikes.
Veruca leans in, squeezing Faith's hand in hers gently. She grins her wolfish grin.
" Not yet, babe. Don't think your quite ready just yet. But soon. If you run up against something you don't get, just come to me� I'll straighten you out real fast."
Faith is almost squirming in her chair. Yet she can't quite break away. This woman is saying stuff that is raising the hair on the back of her neck, and she's curious. But her sense of self �preservation kicks in, and she decides she needs to be elsewhere, now.
" Ummm� thanks," Faith says, standing up, breaking the spell. " Look, I'm kinda thirsty, going to get a drink. Be back later, 'K?" Before Veruca can even answer, she's gone.
Veruca just sits back in her chair and smiles.

Faith made a beeline for the bar, almost running into a red-haired girl sitting alone. She looks down and almost instantly recognizes her. Hey, isn't she that girl I walked home from school earlier? What's she doing here? and alone? Faith shrugs to herself, probably just waiting for her honey or her friends. Oh well� she continues towards the bar.
Almost too coincidentally, Angel and Buffy walk up to Willow's table just as Faith passes by. They both look worried.
" Hey, Will. Where've you been? We've been looking all over for you!" Buffy cried out seeing her friend sitting alone.
"We got worried when you didn't come back to the table, " Angel added.
" Hey guys. Sorry, but I just thought that it'd be better if I stayed away for awhile. I really felt bad, getting all pissy on you and all� and really, I just didn't need anymore questions about how I was feeling. So, I came here and sat down�"
" Aw, Will. I didn't mean to drive you away. I was just worried about you. You're my bestest friend in the world, and I worry about you. That's what best friends do, you know? I'm sorry if I made you upset. Really!"
" Buffy! I'm sorry too, " Willow exclaimed," I � look, I'll admit I'm getting a little worried too. Ok, and a little scared. That's why I got all upset earlier." She looks into her friends worried faces. " I really don't think it's anything serious. I probably just caught a bug or something. But I promise, if it isn't better by tomorrow afternoon, I'll talk to my parents about going to the doctor� ok?"
" 'K " Buffy took the compromise, knowing that�s the best she'd get. " Promise?"
Willow held up her little finger. " Pinkie swear!" Buffy grabbed Willow's finger with hers, and they pull . And laugh.
" Hug?" Buffy asked.

" You better!" Willow said, and they do.
" C'mon guys, sit down. We can enjoy the next set right here. Lots of room. " She waved to indicate the empty chairs.
" Actually, Willow� we can't" Buffy looked pained.
" How come?"
" Mr. Giles came by while you were gone," Angel says, " seems there's some disturbance going on up in the west woods he wants us to check out� So Buffy and I have to go patrol."
" Really?" Willow said, a little crushed, " now?"
" 'fraid so, Will, " Buffy says. She saw Willow's hurt expression. " I guess we could wait awhile�" She looks at Angel.
" We could stay if you want us to?" Angel said, " I mean, if you're feeling�"
" No�. no� you guys go. I know, it's business. It's ok�" Willow was pouting, just a little. " but if you find anything, I want all the juicy details. Promise?"
" You betcha, Will" Buffy promised. " You sure you're gonna be ok?"
" Yes, yes, mother Buffy, I'm gonna be fine!" Willow smiled.
" Ok, just� don't overdo, ok?"
Willow doesn't even dignify that with an answer.
" Bye, guys, seeya later!"
Buffy and Angel departed.
Once they were gone, Willow's face fell. Well, this sucks!
A can of Seven-up and a glass magically( or so it seemed to her) appeared in front of her. She cocked her head, puzzled.

" Heya, Red, remember me?" a throaty voice came from behind her, startling her. She looked back into the smiling face of the brunette she met briefly at school.
" Oh, yeah� you're � ummm� uhhh�" Willow blushed. The girl's name escaped her.
" Faith. I'm Faith" Faith came around her, putting out her hand.
" Right, Faith. " Willow took her hand. " My names Willow, remember? I'm not Red."
" Oh yeah, I remember. But you got such great red hair, and the greens eyes that just sparkle�" Faith winked at her.
Willow's blush deepened, and she hadn't a clue why. But she knew all of a sudden she's feeling all tingly� and her tummy for the first time wasn't feeling like it was going to heave.
" Hey, " Willow said softly and shyly.
" Hey. So, ummm� can I sit down? Are you expecting someone?" Faith asked, looking around.
" Noooo." Willow said, then quickly amended," I mean , yes, sit down . No, I'm not expecting anyone." Willow was staring at the can of 7-up, because she's a little afraid she'd otherwise be staring at the gorgeous brunette that was sitting down across from her. She felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest, and her body was getting all warm and very tingly.
" Cool beans," Faith said, smiling, sitting down across from the redhead. " So, how're you doing? you were lookin' pretty rocky earlier today."
" God, I'm fine!" Willow almost exploded. Then is mortified. Oh god, I'm already yelling at her. Shoot!!!
" Ok, ok, Red, I'm sorry, " Faith laughed, passing it off, " I guess that was just the last straw, huh?"
" I'm sorry, it's just everybody has been at me all day with that�" Willow explains. " I guess I'm just too tired of hearing it!"
" It's ok, Red, I get it, " Faith said, reaching out and patting her hand� then almost recoiling at the electric spark that goes through her. Willow feels the same thing, and her blush deepens.
The conversation lagged, and they sat there listening to the band for awhile. Both were sort of afraid to look at each other, because both were feeling an intense attraction to each other. And were totally wigged by it.
" Cool band" Willow said, trying to break the tension.
" Yeah� I like 'em. My cousin's the lead guitarist" Faith said, looking over at Willow.
"Really? The lead guitarist? You're Oz's cousin, then?"
" You know Oz?" Faith said, incredulous, " Really?"
" Oh, yeah, we're old buds. Been hanging since, oh� grade school, I think."
" Cool" Faith replies. Funny, Oz never mentioned her to me!
The conversation died again, and they both watched the band. Somehow, someway their legs touched, and both were instantly hyperaware of the touch. They looked up simultaneously, and their gaze seemed to lock.
For awhile, they just gazed deeply into each others eyes, not saying anything, not having to. Faith felt as if she were swimming in the warm waters of a tropical lagoon, and Willow felt the dark deep pools of Faith's eyes surround her and capture her. Both girls breathing became heavier, more ragged as they sank deeper into the spell. Willow felt a twinge down between her legs, followed by a tell-tale dampness. God, I'm getting hornier by the second. She thought to herself, and yet couldn't do a damned thing about it. And didn't want to, really. Faith for her part also felt a twinge, but then something strange happened. Something that should only happen to a boy. She felt herself � hardening. What the fuck? In one of the rare times in her life, she blushed deeply. How the fuck do I explain this? Not understanding this new sensation.
Faith, panicking a little, stood up suddenly, " I think I gotta�" but she realized she stood up a little too quickly. She hit the table, which rocked and knocked over Willow's can of soda, right on to her tank dress. It was a light colored dress, and thin material. With the moisture, all of a sudden Willow's body became very visible through it.
" Oh, shit! I'm so fucking sorry!" Faith said, grabbing a napkin off the table, tried to mop up the moisture off Willow's dress. It just spread it. Willow and Faith both blushed furiously.
" This is so not good!" Willow exclaims, looking down. She realizes that her panties, already damp, with the added moisture of the soda, are also almost invisible, and Faith can see her� she quickly closes her legs." We gotta get to a bathroom, pronto!"
" Right, right, " Faith agreed mindlessly. She caught a glimpse of Willow's mound, now her mind is on that. Never mind what's happening to her� which was painful, and she could only hope, not painfully obvious. She looked around, but the place was packed. " How're we gonna get through this crowd without someone noticing??"
Willow, being rather a modest girl, was near panic. " I dunno, this is so�so�"
" Wait�got it. Just stand behind me, I'll lead the way� be your shield."
Willow hesitated. Right now the last thing she wanted to do( or, maybe, was just scared to do) was stand up close to Faith. Her mind and body already felt woozy being around her. Pressing up against her? Not the best idea, she thought. But she also didn't see any other options.
" Ok, ummm� come over here and stand in front of me, and I'll get up and we'll squeeze towards a bathroom�"
Faith stands in front of her, and Willow rises, so close to Faith that Faith can feel her slither up her back. Oh god, this is so� unfortunately, that causes another reaction in her, and she feels herself getting painfully tight in her pants. Shit! What the hell is happening to me, and why now? How do guys manage to hide this? As casually as possible, Faith let her hands drop in front of her .
Slowly, they made their way to the restrooms. The heat and press of bodies didn't make their situation easier. Faith especially was in a double bind, because along with feeling Willow's body pressed close to hers ( and almost squirming against hers, she was pressed so close as they moved), but every so often someone would bump Willow�right into Faith. Never mind Willow's breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. Faith, despite herself, felt ready to pop.

And just before they made it, they ran into Xander. And Cordelia. Xander had Cordelia in what looked( and felt like, to Cordy) a vise like grip. He was leading her towards the exit.
" Sorry� didn't mean to run into you!" Faith said, feeling weirder by the second. Oh, great. Just what I need. This creep� and his cheerleader.
" Watch it� oh� hey� no problem, " Xander, seeing who it was , and who she's with, smirked. " No big." He grabs Cordelia, who as she disappears into the crowd, mouths back to the other women " Help me, Please!".
Faith and Willow, wrapped in their own plight, didn't see it. They kept doing a crab movement toward the ladies.
Faith, for the first time in her life, felt a little weird going into the ladies room.
" Ok, we're here� go ahead and I'll wait for you here." Faith said.
" Uh� no" Willow says, grabbing her sleeve and pulling her into the bathroom." We need to talk."

Inside, Faith grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser, and knelt(hopefully, helping to hide the all too obvious), and started to carefully pat down Willow's dress, absorbing the stain the best she could. Still, it was a big mess, and looked beyond hope.
" I'm such a moron!" Faith cried out, looking at Willow's dress( and trying not to look at Willow through it). " I ruined your dress� I'll pay for it!"
" Don't be silly. It's cotton. It'll wash out. Just, I think we're stuck her for awhile, until it dries out�"
" I really didn't mean for that to happen, honest, Red"
" I know, " Willow says softly, " but in a way, I'm almost glad it did."
" Huh?"
" Well, I kinda have to ask you something, and I was rather embarrassed to ask you out there� with all the people around. At least in here we're alone�"
" Not really, Red. This is a public restroom� someone could come in at any moment�" Faith was beginning to feel a little panicky again. What's she got in mind� and oh, crap if she finds out what's�
" Not now it isn't" Willow giggled, and locked the door. " no one's comin' in here."
"Until the manager breaks down the door�"
" Not going to happen," Willow assured her. Then suddenly, her bravado deserted her. She was locked alone in this room with the one woman who is seriously making her horny. What the heck am I doing?
" Ok, we're here, what do you want to talk about?" Faith said, trying to play it casual, but not succeeding all that well.
" You know, " Willow played it coyly.
" I do?"
" I know you do! I � I know you felt it too�didn't you?" Willow starts to fluster," Oh, crap � don't you tell me you didn't feel it too� I mean, was I the only one�oh� I don't understand this one little bitty bit� I'm not like gay� I don't think I'm gay�I mean, ok, everybody's got fantasies, right? And sure, I mean sometimes� but I'm straight� I think�I like guys� I do� Oh shit oh dear, I don't know what's happening to me. Oh� look, I'm sorry� I didn't mean� this is so confusing�"
Faith walked over and puts her hands on Willow's shoulders. " Shhh� calm down, it's ok. I felt it too."
"Really?" Willow looked at her, hopefully. She looked away quickly when she realized she could get lost in Faith's eyes again. " I'm not gay, you know. I � don't know how to explain it. But when you sat down, I got this� oh, shoot, this feeling like it was supposed to be that way. That somehow we're supposed to be together. Oh, god, that sounds like a romance novel or something. God, this can't be happening. Not to Ira Rosenberg's little girl. I can't be gay, it� I can't!!!"
" Red� it's ok� Willow? Look at me, ok?" Willow looks around at Faith. She looks down, afraid of her feelings. " Hey, hey, don't do that. Believe me, Willow, I'm in the same boat you are. I've never ever, EVER, felt like this about a girl before. Believe me, strictly beefcake diet here� so, not getting why this vibe is happening, but it's happening. I know that.. and you know what?"
" What?" Willow's emotions are all over the place.
" It feels right, to me at least. It feels right� being with you� is that wrong to feel that way?"
" No� yes!�. no� oh god, I don't know� all I know is I want to be with you, god, I nearly�"
" What?"
"No, can't say it, won't say it, " Willow moves away.
" What, Red? What did you nearly�?"
" I nearly jumped over the table at you, I wanted to rip your clothing off and � oh damn me. I'm not only gay, I'm a gay slut!!!"
Faith blushed for the second time that evening. " Not only you. I wanted you so bad, it took everything I had not to throw you on the floor out there� God, I've never felt like this before about ANYBODY!!!"
" We're hopeless!" Willow cried out, sitting on the floor, discouraged.
" Oh yeah�" Faith agreed.
" All I know is for the first time since last night, I don't feel like barfing."
" Thanks, I think." Faith looked at Willow strangely.
" No, I mean, I've been sick� really sick� since last night. Can't hold nothing down. But soon as you sat down at the table tonight� I started feeling better. I feel almost normal now� well, except that I'm really� horny."
Faith gulped. " Last night?"
" Yeah, that's when I got sick."
Faith looked at Willow, trying to size her up. Is this a scam, or something? But deep inside, she felt somehow she could trust her� and she needed to trust somebody right then.
" If I tell you something, a secret. Promise you won't tell anyone?"
" Secret? Sure, I can keep a secret. I'm good at keeping secrets."
" Really, I need you're promise."
" I promise. I won't tell anyone."
" Ok, " Faith started to relate her tale of waking up this morning naked in the woods. How she couldn't remember how she got there� and the last thing she remembered was going to bed, in a bed, the previous evening. How she woke up in the middle of nowhere, with scratches and bruising she couldn't explain. How she had to steal some clothes to make it back home.
" � but the weirdest thing? I've had this urge� well, for the last month or so� I've had this urge to be here. In Sunnydale� I didn't know why� but I'm thinking I'm beginning to�"
Willow looked at her, trying to put it all together. But it didn't quite all fit.
" Something weirds definitely going on here, " was her final judgment.
" More than you know, " Faith mumbles to herself. But Willow catches it.
"What're you talking about?"
"Nothing, it's nothing�"
" No way� don't be telling me things are weirder than I think, and then shut up about it. What's going on?"
Faith starts to lose it. She's been wigged all day, and now , with this� it's just too much, even for her.
" You don't wanna know, I'm some kinda freak. I � I gotta get outta here, " Faith jumped up, and ran for the door. Willow, sensing if she let her go now, she'd never see her again, puts everything on the line and beat her to the door, blocking it.
" No! Stay. Believe me, you can tell me anything� anything� don't you get it? I� god help me, I think I'm in love with you, and I don't want to lose you� please, trust me�"
" You don't understand� Hell, I don't understand� it happened so suddenly� tonight�"
" Faith� believe me� whatever it is, I'll understand." Willow comes to her. " I will, Faith� I promise."
Faith hesitated, but then decided to go for it. Shit, she'll find out sometime. At least this way� she can't say I lied to her�
" Willow, when you look at me, what do you see?" Faith asked.
"Huh?"
" When you look at me, what do you see?" Faith insists, but doesn't make it any clearer.
" Ok� well, I see a sexy, gorgeous brunette � maybe dressing a little like a guy� but hey�"
Faith sighed. " What gender� what do you see?"
" Well, god, silly, a woman of course!"
" Right. Female. Born that way. Been one all my fucking life. Girl, right?"
" Well, yeah."
" Something happened tonight� you've gotta promise me, this goes no further than you and me� got it?"
"Ok, sure�" Willow said, beginning to feel a little queasy." You're starting to freak me out too, Faith. What's going on?"
" When we were at the table. Sitting across from each other. Staring into each other's eyes. Getting all turned on� at least, I was�"
" Me too," Willow blushed.
" Normally, when I get turned on, I kinda� ok, I get sorta wet� you know?"
Willow nods.
" That didn't happen this time. Something else happened. Something that's freaking me out like you can't believe�"
" Faith, just tell me. I promise, again, I promise� I won't freak on you."
" Ok, I'm gonna show you something. Something that � oh hell, I can't explain it, I'm just gonna show it to you�"

Faith loosens her belt, then opens her jeans. She unzips them, letting them drop to her knees . She stands there, facing Willow.

Willow, for her part, went wide eyed. She looked up at Faith, then back down to her crotch� then back up. She cocked her head sideways. For all of that, she didn't get weird, or seem revolted. She just looked� awed.
" Uhhh� is that what I think it's?" She finally asked, cocking her head the other way.

" Uh-huh, " Faith says in a very small voice.

" Wow," Willow says quietly, " never seen one of those before� I mean, live. I've seen pictures� but this is the real thing�"
Faith stood exposed, turning redder by the minute. She put her hands down to try to hide herself.
" No, don't�" Willow says, cocking her head the other way. " I mean, what does it feel like?"
" It feels fucking weird!!!!!!" Faith almost yells it out." I'm a fucking freak!!!!"
"No� I mean, ok, it's not what I expected� but no�" Willow gets a little closer. " I think it's kinda sexy�"
Faith just stands there, mute and mortified.
" And� this happened tonight? With me?"
Faith nods.
" I did that to you?" Willow is starting to smile.
" Uh� yeah?" Faith says in a very low voice, " I never had it before I met you�"
" Wow!" Willow says, coming closer. " Can I touch it?"
" Not unless you want a surprise!!!' Faith growls. " Ok, enough of this crap!!!" Faith reaches down to pull her pants back up. Willow however stops her.
" No� don't, not yet." She moves closer, and before Faith can stop her, she gently touches her. Faith shivers. " Wow � it's � wow!"
" Ok, dammit, enough of this freak show. " Brusquely, she pushes Willow's hand away, and puts her pants back on.
Up til then Faith has been holding it together, even though she was freaking as soon as it happened back at the table. But she was able to tell herself it wasn�t real, it wasn't happening. But showing Willow� just made it all real, too real. Her walls crumble, and so do her knees. She falls on the floor, starting to cry.
" Hey, hey, hey," Willow said, coming to her, putting her arms around Faith. " It's ok, baby, really, I � love you, you're not a freak, baby. And if you are? So am I! Cuz, it just proves to me what I've been feeling. We're connected, somehow. We're supposed to be together. I know it. So, if you're a freak? Me too. "
" You're not a freak � you don't have a �" Faith voice broke, " god it's just too icky!!!"
" Not icky, not icky!" Willow whispered in her ear, " God, I told you, I think it's sexy. I nearly came looking at you, you idiot!" She moves closer, rubbing herself on Faith. " I want you so bad right now, I'm � leaking� I swear� " She breathed hard in Faith's ear. She moved her hand around to cup Faith's breast.
" No� not here, not now� to � its not right, " Faith was incredibly turned on, but her stomach was doing flip flops. " I want it� but not here, please baby�"
" Then just�" Willow turns Faith's face towards her own. Before Faith can refuse, she's kissing her. The kiss is hot, very hot, and very drawn out. When they part, both are panting.
" Don't, please , Red. It's hard enough not to want to �" Faith trailed off
" and that would be bad� why?" Willow asked, in her most seductive voice.
" Because it'd be wrong!"
"God! I swear, you sound just like Buffy�"
" Who?"
" Blonde girl, I was with her at the library�"
" Really? Didn't really notice her�"
" That's a first. Usually, they notice Buffy first, then maybe me later�"
"Well, then whoever that is, is fucking blind!!!"
Willow blushed prettily. She waves it off, " Anyway, if you want wrong, well� her and her honey? Way wrong there."
" Huh?"
" Her boyfriend. He was at my table with Buffy just before you arrived."
" Oh, him? Yeah, I gotta glance. Seems ok."
" Figures you'd notice him!" Willow said , a little miffed. " Well, the blonde girl with was Buffy. And hey, wanna know something? He's not exactly Mr. Normal guy. Far from it. He's a vampire."
Faith looks at her, then burst out laughing.
" What's so funny!!!' Willow is starting to steam.
" There are no such things as vampires!"
" Oh, really? Well, do you got a compact with?"
" Yeah"
" Well, next time he shows up, look at the table through the mirror. I'm bettin you won't see him."
" You're shittin me, right? Trying to make me feel better?"
" No way. It's true. My best friend has the hots for the immortal undead."
Faith just shakes her head in disbelief.
" Then there's Oz� and Veruca�"
" What about Oz?"
" I dunno, but lately he's been acting kinda weird� and when there's a full moon? He gets all antsy and nervy� and really uncommunicative� and then he and Veruca like disappear all night� what's that about?"
" Maybe they're having sex?"
" They're not at home� and that Veruca girl? Gives me the major creeps, know what I mean?"
" Oh, yeah," Faith agreed, thinking back on this evening.
" She's major evil. I just know it� not liking Oz being with her. I'm thinking she's making him act crazy� somehow."
" Know who makes my skin crawl?" Faith asked, looking at Willow.
" Who?"
" That Xander. I dunno�something about him just makes me� wanna puke� oh, sorry."
"No, it's ok, tummy feelin' A-ok now, " Willow smiles, " But Xander? Naw, he's just a goofball. He thinks he's something, since he's dating Queen C, but he's got loser written all over him. Five years? He's working at the Double Meat Palace!"
" I dunno�I'm getting a serious nasty vibe off that boy. And I'm thinking he's not exactly Mr. wonderful with Cordelia, either� I think he's like abusing her, or somethin'�"
"Huh? No way! No one messes with Queen C."
" I think he is. I mean , I met her highness yesterday 'round lunch. She gave me the crap I guess she gives anyone whose daddy doesn't earn like a million a year. But the thing is? It was off� like she wasn�t sure of herself. And later, in the library? I noticed how they look at each other, and that isn't love. His looks are all about lust. And hers? Well, looks like fear to me."
" No way. Cordelia Chase is �" Willow remembered something, from earlier� before they came into the bathroom. " Did you notice how tightly Xander was gripping her arm? And � hey� I just think I saw her mouth " Help me" before they disappeared into the crowd�". She looks at Faith, suddenly worried. " You don't think�?"
" Oh, I'm thinking. I'm thinking, big time. I'm thinking we better check it out�"
With that, they both scramble to their feet, and unlocking the door, hurry out of the bathroom.

"Where would they go?" Faith looks around, trying to see the couple.
" I dunno� somewhere private? Xander probably wouldn't want witnesses" Willow says.
Almost simultaneously, the pair look at the back door, then at each other. Without a word, they hurry to the door, and go through it.

" Please, please, Xander� no more� please�" Cordelia Chase was crying, her body half naked and pushed up against a wall. Xander is in her face, his expression a combination of lust and anger. He reaches under her skirt and grabs at her sex, squeezing her clit violently. She screams out in pain.
"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like it? You know you do, you little bitch. You know you want it." He turned her around, pushing her face in the wall. In one swift move, he pulled off her leather skirt. Her panties follow, and she's standing bare bottomed to the world. He smirks at her tight bottom, and rears back his hand, slapping it hard. She moans, the pain starting to dull for her.
"What's wrong? Not hard enough?" He said, noticing her reaction. " Daddy can fix that!"
Being the perfect Boy Scout and operative, Xander came prepared. He pulled something out of his jacket, something that at first looks like a short club. He shook it out, and a number of lashes appear. It's a flail, lead tipped. He holds it up, and Cordelia, face sideways on the wall, sees the torture device. She cringes, and starts shaking in fear.
Exactly what Xander wanted. He loved the fear he inflicted even more than the pain.
" Cordy's been a bad girl. Telling things she shouldn't tell. Daddy's angry." Xander gloating, rears back his arm, " daddy's gonna have to punish you, so you don't do it again." He was about to strike her when a voice behind her stopped him.

" God, you're one sick bastard!"
Xander turned around, still holding Cordelia pinned to the wall. Standing in front of him is one angry looking Faith. Right behind her is Willow, looking shocked. His smirk becomes a frown.
" Get lost, you freaks. No one invited you to the party!"
" Cordy? Can me and Willow come and play too?"
Cordelia, hurt, bruised and bleeding, almost whispers, " Please, help me." Her voice is choked with tears.

" Shut UP, Cordelia, " Xander turned on her. He reared his arm back� and it's stopped. Try as he might, he can't bring it forward. He looks back, and Faith has grabbed his arm, holding it tight.
Faith, for all her bravado, is scared out of her wits. She just instinctively grabbed his arm to stop him; she never figured it would actually work. She's more than a little stunned that it did.
" Well, this is original. Some big guy beats up on a woman. You idiots ever think of something new?" She growled at him, covering her own fear.
" I told you to butt out, you fucking mutie, " Xander growled back at her. " But I'm guessing you need a little lesson as to who's in charge around here." Letting go of Cordelia, he turns on Faith. He started to swing at punch at her face.

Faith didn't wait for it to hit. She fast as lightning brought her knee up into his crotch. Xander, already off balance, tried to grab his crotch with his free hand. He started to topple over, but Faith's free fist meets his face, and he tumbled over, groaning.
Willow, amazed at Faith taking on Xander, and even more amazed at her decking him, for a second failed to react. Then she's over by Cordelia, helping the injured woman away from the scene.
Faith, seeing her advantage, pressed it. She jumped on the downed Xander, and started whaling on his face, hitting over and over.
" You son of a bitch!" she screamed, hitting him(slam), " I'll teach you to beat up on women(slam). Fucking coward(slam), don't you ever touch her again!(slam) matter of fact, don't let me catch you touching any woman again( slam, slam, slam, slam)!!!"
" Faith, FAITH! Stop.. STOP!!! You'll kill him!" Willow, seeing Faith out of control, ran over and tried to pull Faith off of the now unconscious Xander. " Enough� ENOUGH!!!" She kept struggling.
Faith, furious, punched him a few more times before she got herself under control and stopped. She sat on him, leaning on her arms, panting. She looks up at Willow, her eyes wary and scared. It was almost as if she were begging Willow to tell her what the hell was happening to her.
Willow, seeing Faith's fear, comes over and helps her up. They start toward where Cordelia, still weak, is leaning against a wall. Faith starts to shake violently.
" God, Willow, what's happening to me? I was so mad.. I wanted to kill that bastard. I wanted to rip him apart. I saw blood, and I wanted more. I'm going crazy Willow, I'm insane. Oh god, what's wrong with me?" Faith, her adrenaline pumping, her emotions all over the place, is near hysteria.
Willow, frightened by Faith's display of near savagery, still takes Faith in her arms, holding her, trying to soothe her.
" It's ok, baby, it's ok," she croons softly to the shaking woman, " shhh, it's over now. it's over�" She holds her, caressing her, rubbing her back until Faith finally gets herself back under control. Faith, ashamed, broke away from Willow, afraid of her own bestiality. She stood stock still, looking around, as if she didn't know where she was, or who she was.
Willow, seeing her shut down, took charge.
" Faith, I need you� don't go blank on me now. Help me get Cordelia back in the club!"
Faith, almost docile, follows Willow to where Cordelia is leaning against the wall. The three of them, Cordelia leaning heavily on the other two, left the alley and entered the club.
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That wasn't the end to the strange things happening in Sunnydale. It was a night of weirdness in the little coastal town.
It must've been the moon.
After the show, the van packed, Oz and Veruca head back to Casa Oz. Unbeknownst to Oz, tonight was a special night. A very special night� for him and Veruca. Veruca, for her part, was well aware of what tonight was, what it would bring. How Oz and she would play they're violent games tonight, even if he wasn't aware of what was going to happen. The thought brought a smile to her face, and she reached over and squeezed Oz's thigh.
Oz looked over at her and smiled, a lusty but innocent smile. Veruca smiled back at him, not at all innocent.
Too bad so sad, She thought to herself, knowing the pain that Oz would go through, not knowing. But I want my playmate, and I'm not gonna be denied!
Reaching home, they leave the van packed for their return gig tomorrow. Walking towards the door, Veruca was aware of the change starting. Oz, on the other hand, just felt a little funny. But he put it down to after show jitters. He unlocked the door, and entered his bungalow.
Veruca excused herself, making a beeline for the bathroom. No need to scare the poor boy watching me go through my changes. He just wouldn't get it!
Oz watched her go, and chuckled to himself. God ,she's always like that�got a bladder like a walnut� looking up, he sees a bag of trash lying in the kitchen. He shook his head not real good with the cleaning up, either he walked over and grabs it, heading for the back door to put it out. As he does, he notices the clouds part, and the full moon appear in the sky. He stood transfixed, looking at the moon. The bag of trash slips out of his hand, tumbling down over the steps and into the yard. But he isn't aware of it, or anything else. He just saw the moon.
A bolt of intense pain went through him, and he stumbled backwards, grabbing his middle. He fell on the floor, crying out in pain.
" Veruca!! VERUCA!!! HELP ME!!!" He groans, then goes silent.

Veruca can't help him, or even hear him. She's going through her own changes. But unlike Oz, she knows what's coming down, and is loving it. The change hits her hard, almost orgasmic in it's intensity, and she revels in the pain and power she feels. As the change occurs, her body grows, til she's huge, almost nine feet tip to tail. Her tail alone is nearly a yard long, full and furry. Her fur is dark brown , but her head retains it's black and red coloring. Her eyes narrow and become red.
She stands on all fours, stretching her muscles, feeling her bestial nature take over. Lifting back her head, she howls, then bursts out of the bathroom, running through the house and out the back door. She doesn't give Oz a backwards glance, knowing he'll catch up when his change is complete.
Oz writhes in pain on the floor. His body lengthens, and his fingers become claws. He's covered in a black shaggy fur, and unlike Veruca, his tail is short. The change complete, he get off the floor, and seeing the open door, bounds out of it.

He's on the hunt. Bloodlust takes him over, and he disappears into the forest�.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
Angel and Buffy were standing on her porch, kissing. The kiss broke, and Buffy, arms around Angel's neck, pouted.
" Oh, poop. It's almost midnight. I really got to go inside now, " she complained, not wanting to leave Angels arms.
Angel smiled a small smile, and caresses her cheek. " You really should. Joyce'll be worried."
Neither moved, just staring into each others eyes.
" I really should go, " Buffy said, softly, finding her lips drawing closer to Angel's
" You really should," Angel replied, a little hoarsely.
" Maybe just one more kiss?" Buffy said hopefully.
" Maybe just one more�"
And they kissed again. While kissing, the porch light started flicking on and off, on and off.
Breaking the kiss, Buffy grins good naturedly.
" Ok, Mom, I get it! I'm coming in, " She called through the door.
" Say goodnight to Angel and then come in!" She heard the muffled reply through the door. Angel and Buffy grin at each other. Angel gave her one brief kiss, then left. Buffy watched him go for a moment, then opened the door and went in.
" Buffy Anne Summers, you're late! You know you're supposed to be home before 12 on a school night, and it's nearly 12:30 now!" Joyce Summers is standing by the staircase, in her robe, looking worried and angry.
" Sorry, mom, but Giles came by the Bronze and I had to do a quick patrol�"
" Mmm� hmmm, " Joyce nodded " It surely sounded like you were patrolling out there."
" Mom! You were listening?" Buffy was mortified.
" You were late, and I was worried. I heard noises by the door�" Joyce stops mid-sentence. " Wait a minute, I'm the mom, here. I don't have to explain myself to you!"
" That was private!" Buffy cried out, starting to blush.
" Do 'private' on your own time, Buffy. When you're not late for curfew. I really should ground you,"
" I'm sorry mom, " Buffy turned on the charm, trying to stave off another grounding, " I promise, I won't be late again!"
" Buffy," Joyce shakes her head, never really understanding this little woman calling herself her daughter.
" Mom, god. I'm nearly an adult! I'll be eighteen in a few months. Don't you think grounding is kind of harsh? I wasn't out fooling around, I really had to patrol! Call Giles, he'll tell you!"
Joyce looks at Buffy, and as much as she wants to, she can't seem to stay mad at her. She knows what she's going through, and knows it's hard on her. She's a good girl. Sighing, she caves a little.
" Ok, Buffy. I'm going to let you off, this time. But you're still my little girl, and while you live in this house�"
" � you follow my rules," Buffy finished for her, quoting chapter and verse. " Thanks, Mom. You're the best." She came over, and hugged Joyce, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Before her mom can change her mind, Buffy ran upstairs to her bedroom.
Joyce, knowing she's been Buffyized once again, shakes her head and chuckles softly, following the girl upstairs. A little more slowly.
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Buffy, having changed into her usual nightwear of t-shirt and sweat pants, tumbled into bed, exhausted. With all that went on today, with Willow, then the bronze, and patrolling, she's weary to the bone. She soon drops off to sleep.
It's not an easy sleep for Buffy, however. She tosses and turns, and she breaks out in a light sweat. She's dreaming. A bad dream.
A nightmare.
She's had this dream before. Somewhere deep inside, she knew that. But it's still all too real to her.
She's lying on a table, somewhere strange. A harsh light was in her eyes, and from what she could see, she's in a laboratory. She strained to sit up, but found herself strapped down to the table. She saw enough to realize that she's naked. She's surrounded by strange people in white coats. Suddenly she knew somehow she was in stirrups, and that she was being examined. Peering over her chest, she sees strangers with strange instruments probing at her vagina, making her feel uncomfortable and exposes. Worse, some of the instruments they were using hurt! They keep at it, seeming to take samples from her. Damn, why can't they just finish? Why can't it be over?
They soon do finish up, and she's unstrapped. But instead of letting her get up, four attendants, all women dressed in white uniforms, grab her. She could feel their fingers digging uncomfortably into her flesh, and she made a complaining noise. One of the attendants hit her.
" Shut up!" was all she said.
Buffy felt fear go through her. They were taking her somewhere� she knew this had happened before, but she couldn't remember where they were taking her. She feels her heart pounding in her chest. She knew it wasn't someplace nice.
They came to a tank. It's round and large. It almost looked like a cauldron. What really made it look like a cauldron was the steam rising out of the tank. Buffy started to freak out. She remembered what was next.
She struggled against her captors, but they were too strong for her. Reaching the edge of the tank, they heaved her into the liquid. It was hot, boiling hot. It burns, oh god it burns! Even so, she tried to move around, get to the edge, and climb out
The attendants, seeing her struggles, came around the tank, each holding a long pole. They pushed her down, not letting her move. Slowly, she sank beneath the boiling waves. She started to scream, feeling the burning water cover her� and start to choke her as the water poured into her mouth�

Buffy woke up screaming; screaming loudly in pain and fright. Her skin was flushed and reddened. It felt hot to the touch.
Joyce Summers, hearing her screams, rushed into Buffy's room. She found the young girl writhing in her bed, screaming at the top of her lungs.

" Buffy, Buffy wake up, honey, wake up!" Joyce, holding the girl in her arms, tried to awaken Buffy. Buffy, opening her eyes, feeling lost and disoriented, scared out of her mind, clings to her mother. She feels like she's seven years old again, alone and afraid.
" Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!" Was all Buffy could get out, her panic total, clinging desperately to Joyce. Buffy is shaking in her arms, and she buried her head into Joyce's breast.
Joyce stroked Buffy's hair, and that's when she noticed the reddened, hot skin. Her face went grim, her lips tightening.
Despite all the warnings given to the ' pseudo-parents ' of the hybrids, Joyce had come to think of the young woman as her daughter. She couldn't help it. She responded to the love Buffy oozed out of her. Now, with her crying helplessly in her arms, Joyce Summers was angry.
Very, very angry.
What the hell are they doing to my baby? Why are they torturing her!
She resolved that tomorrow, she would take Buffy to the see Dr. Walsh. And she was going to confront Walsh with what happening to her. She better get some straight answers, or there would be hell to pay.
No one better mess with her daughter.
And no one better mess with Joyce Summers!!
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To be continued.
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